“My sin grew sleek on my excesses.”
“When you're thinking, please remember this: excessive pride is a familiar sin, but a man may just as easily frustrate the will of God through excessive humility.”
“But now that she was my apprentice, every such thought caused a guilty twitch in my neck, as if someone had dropped a sleek, stinky ferret there. Guilt ferrets are bastards.”
“I grew a mustache, and I grew it in my garden. My mustache is organic, and will taste tasty on your mouth.”
“My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.”
“I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”